Mom’s Purses, Part One
My mom–a life in handbags. There is the square straw bag with the dark brown strapsand shiny gold claspsexcept those …
My mom–a life in handbags. There is the square straw bag with the dark brown strapsand shiny gold claspsexcept those …
I am tiredthat is who I am todayI am anxiousthat is who I am today — Whoa, whoa thereinternet psychology …
It’s not vanity,but necessitystill rest, sleepmuch needed, yet elusiveI may as well be chasing the wind The mental to-do listlong …
I think that I should never seeSomeone who’s awkward just like me One who joins a chatty crowd— proceeds to …
We are halfway through the Ray Bradbury Challenge of writing a short story each week for a year. After several …
It’s more than coins in my pocketalthough it can be just as heavynoisy – a clattering, metallic dinBut it has …
You would think that I would be better at waitingAfter all, I have had so much practiceI wasn’t part of …
Inspiration is a privilege.Not everyone gets a visitby a beautiful Greek goddess in a flowing white gown.One who whispers entire …
I am late this morningcreeping outside in my pajamascraning my neck to see over the treesand it’s too late this …
It’s a danceexcept without musicjust the flop sweat of nervesand the hope that this new deodorant is up to the …